Those lessons on basic formations had been enough to survive encounters with man-made formations, but this was something else entirely.
Han Yu tried expanding his spirit sense again, closing his eyes to focus.
His Spirit Qi spread out in a wave, brushing against the terrain. At first, everything felt normal. But then, his perception twisted. The trees blurred together into vague silhouettes, and the air itself seemed to ripple.
He felt resistance in every direction, as though something invisible was pressing back against his consciousness.
Han Yu gritted his teeth and pushed harder, channeling his focus into expanding his awareness. Slowly, painfully, his spirit sense stretched a little further than before. He could now reach nearly twenty meters...double what it had been when he entered the forest!
"My Spirit sense expanded?" Han Yu was surprised.
It was a small victory, but he took it as a sign that his efforts were not entirely in vain.
